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Sunday, 18 August 2013
Randy Me 12/13
12
Okay, back up a little bit, in case
you missed it, Trisha was fifty per
cent of the reason why I left
Lagos in the first instance. The
other half was Sonia. And there
she was, smiling at me; ever so
sweetly, my welcoming party.
I paused for a few seconds before
approaching her. ‘Hello,’ it was
the most natural thing to say.
She tried to hug me, but I
stepped back. ‘What are you doing
here?’ My face was
expressionless.
‘I have missed you,’ she
explained, approaching me.
‘Besides, we need to talk. There’s
an issue that needs your
attention.’
A dark scowl came over my face.
Issue, what issue? Then it occured
to me, issue, pregnancy; but she
was not the pregnant party, there
was no bulge and she was sexy as
ever, my little man had started
noticing things and was fixing for a
salute.
‘What are you trying to pin on
me?’ My eyebrows were arched
and I kept my cool.
‘Nothing you didn’t get yourself in
initially. You pinned yourself.’ She
shook her head sadly, ‘and I
thought that maybe you could be
the one. The one that I finally
made mine, but like the others,
you went behind my back and
slept with my closest friend.’
I smiled. ‘So that’s what this is
about?’
I didn’t see the slap, her visage
did not change yet the delivery
was perfect and the sting made
me reel. I glared at her.
‘Just because I allowed you carry
out my fetish, you thought you
had access to her body too? All
those nights, all the while when I
was craving for you…, and then
you left town unceremoniously;
did you think, I would not find
out?’
I was stumped. I just kept glaring
at her. The slap still stung. Damn,
I never knew Trisha packed such
punch.
Her features softened and she
smiled. ‘This is a friendly warning,
leave town and never come back;
I may overlook what you did. Stay,
and you will understand the true
meaning of hell.’
She pushed past me and left me
standing there wondering how on
God’s earth she had known I was
arriving back in Lagos. I stood
outside my door for almost ten
minutes contemplating going to a
hotel to sleep.
Finally, I braved it, and put the
key in the lock, turned the key,
the door opened easily and I
stepped in. I was finally home.
***************************
For the first month, I was a
fugitive in my own home. Running
from and evading an unseen
enemy. I kept in touch with Kemi
and I made sure we spoke for half
an hour at least. I didn’t
understand why, but something
would not allow me let her go.
After one month of playing hide
and seek with my imagination, I
decided that both girls – Sonia and
Trisha – would have to show up
and kill me. I was tired of running,
so I started living again.
At work I had asked that Jane take
over completely Sonia’s account,
she did not object.
I was doing my level best to adapt
back to Lagos, but was finding it
hard. Work was the only thing that
made sense, my house looked
bare, everything had lost it colour.
And to top it all, there was Trisha’s
looming threat.
I was a walking corpse in the city I
had once ruled, a ticking bomb,
ready to self-destruct. Then a
couple of notable events
happened that showed me the
error of my ways.
I am a creature of habit; so
normally, I followed a set pattern,
thus you could monitor me to the
minute. But since Trisha’s
showing, I had been doing things
out of the blue, just going with
the moment. So I could evade her
imaginary assassins.
It was on one of my manoeuvres,
that I turned into a shopping mall
to window shop and said to myself
if anything really caught my
fancy… then I could persuade
myself to buy. I had been window
shopping for almost ten minutes
when it happened.
‘Akin,’ is that you?
I paused briefly, there must be a
lot of Akins in the mall I surmised,
I started walking.
‘Akin!’ the voice had urgency to it.
It was insistent. I stopped, and
turned around. In retrospect, I
should just have kept walking,
pretending I never heard.
There, standing a perfect smile on
her face was Imole. She was as
beautiful as ever and I felt
stirrings in my loins. Then she
started walking towards me and I
swear, the lights in the mall
became dim and slowly, Ne-Yo’s
‘Do You’ started playing in the
background.
I stood there watching her come,
to me. Then she got to me,
stretched out her hand and said,
‘hi, it’s been a really long while’
The song stopped abruptly and I
realised it had been playing in my
head. The lights were back to
been bright and sparkly.
‘Yeah,’ I said. Feeling stupid and
unsure what to say. So I asked
what came to mind next. ‘So how
are the kids and the husband?’
It was a question I should not
have asked for she smiled bitterly.
Then she launched into a tirade of
how unfortunate things had been
for her. After a while, I found us
seats and we sat there sharing our
tales of woes.
The dude she left me for was
already married with kids. He had
done it to become a citizen,
secure a better life for himself. He
only told her the truth when she
started planning their honeymoon
and was prepared to go back with
him to the States.
When she finished her sad tale,
she looked me in the eyes then
said, ‘I’ve never had a lover like
you, you were my very best.’
That got to me, my head swollen,
my pride stroked and there was
the little matter of a saluting
soldier. I cannot say how it
happened, but I invited her back
to my place and she accepted.
One thing led to another and like
old times, we were rediscovering
new places, becoming one and it
felt good. Then Imole looked me
in the eyes and whispered softly ‘I
love you.’
I paused momentarily, my hands
on her bare chest. ‘What did you
just say?’ My voice was husky,
overriden with passion.
‘I love you.’ She said defiant.
I rolled away from her shaking my
head. ‘No, no, no!’ I corrected her.
‘You do not love me, matter of
fact when I think of it, you didn’t
back then, and nope, you
definitely do not love me now.’
I was looking for my jeans at this
point, thankful we hadn’t done the
deed when she jarred me backed
to reality. Then I remembered
Kemi, and I hated the man I had
become. I would have just slept
with Imole without recourse…
‘You have to leave now.’ My voice
was stern.
She understood, slowly got
dressed and walked out of my
apartment and life for the second
time. The first time, she had the
power, and I was a basket of
tears. Now, I sat there watching,
unmoved as she sent subliminal
messages to me. It was over
between us, and I had just
realized it.
I went into the kitchen and fixed
myself a glass of juice. I was
berating myself for being weak,
not the kind of man Kemi
deserved. I drank up the contents
and smashed the glass. Something
had snapped in me. Either the
gods released me or like Kratos, I
would bring hell to them…
13
After the whole Imole drama, I
realized that I had it in me to say
no, and move on. That I had been
pining and waiting for her to show
up again in my life so I could end
things once and for all. I got a
burst of courage after asking her
to leave my apartment, and it
propelled me. So, I did its
bidding.
Buoyed by the release I got from
settling things with Imole, I went
in search of Trisha. Her looming
threat acknowledged, I wanted
out of her game completely.
I found her at home, it was a
bright Saturday afternoon. And I
was ready for any eventuality.
She smiled upon seeing me. ‘I
knew you’d come around, see
things my way.’
I shook my head with distate. ‘You
are still living in your fools
paradise? I didn’t come here to
grovel or beg, no. I came here to
tell you that I have had enough.
Enough of this game you… you are
playing with me. I want out.’
She sat there on her sofa, smiling
sweetly at me. ‘I’ve told you
honey, the only way out of this
game is if you leave town, vanish
from the face of the earth. Or
die.’ She was still smiling.
‘Otherwise, come here, lemme
massage your stressed out
muscles, it’ll be like old days, you
rub my back, I rub yours and we
do a lot of other things…’ she
winked.
I stood there stupefied, Imole had
been an easy adversary to
conquer, it was almost three
years. Trisha on the other hand
was my immediate past. A familiar
evil. I realised then that I was not
in any way prepared to take her
on; and that too, in her lair.
She stretched her hands towards
me as she stood. ‘Come darling,
did you think I was calling you
‘sugar’ for nought?’ She shook her
head making sounds with her
tongue as she traced a finger on
my shoulder and walked behind
me. Her hand started to fall down
my spine, tingling my bones as it
went.
I caught the hand at my waist and
turned to face her. I did not
realise I had it in me to be that
serious, my face was
expressionless and hard.
‘Sugar!’ She teased and brought
her head forward, ready to kiss
me. I put up my right hand as a
wedge between our lips and
pushed her away.
‘I want out!’
‘Sugar, you still don’t get it do
you? You cannot have all the fun
as you wanted, run out of town, to
evade us, and finally come back
demanding your life back. No! See,
the way I see it, you’ve had your
fun, now is the time for us to
enjoy you. And you do know how
to pleasure a woman…’ she was
stroking my face again, seducing
me.
I caught her hand and threw it
away. ‘No. The way I see it, we all
had fun whilst it lasted and now
that a party is unwilling to
continue, I guess it’s game over.
I’ll even concede defeat to you
ladies. You taught me a good
lesson.’
The smile had not left her face,
she shook her head slowly and
pursed her lips. ‘You really
thought I enjoyed sharing you? I
wanted you every night, but you
were always away, busy with her.’
She suddenly grabbed my polo
shirt by the neck with both hands.
‘The only reason, the only way I
am ever letting you go, is if you do
what you did to Sonia to me.’
I was about snapping her hands
off my shirt when I stopped,
frozen in flight. ‘Sonia? What the
hell did I do to Sonia?’ Rage was
welling up in me.
She felt the negative vibes
coursing through my body and
stepped back, releasing my shirt.
‘You impregnated her.’
She said it in such a nonchalant
manner, it was almost
unbelievable. I was stupefied and
started laughing in a delirious
manner. ‘That’s a bad joke, and
you know it.’ My face had
regained its hardness, this time, I
was snarling.
Her eye brow arched. ‘It is hardly
a joke, she just delivered a cute
girl who looks totally like you. You
got her pregnant, where her first
husband could not, and you say
I’m joking?’ It was her turn to
glare.
It was too much to take. I had
sired a daughter? Through Sonia?
And now Trisha wanted her exact
pound of flesh; who could blame
her. Finally I found a seat. I had
arrived in hell I thought.
Trisha was not having any of my
emotional drama, she wanted a
child too, preferably a boy. And
she wanted me to start working on
the bundle of joy right then. She
sat astride me on the sofa, her
soft perfume taking over my
senses, her soft breasts screaming
for attention. Then she kissed me.
It was hot, rough and passionate.
I was a train wreck and she was
taking advantage of me. Suffice to
say, little me had started a parade
and was dishing out all sort of
commands. It was like old times, I
was rediscovering places I had
pushed into the recesses of my
mind.
We were getting steamy on the
sofa, I could tell she wanted this
as badly as it now happened that I
did too. Then my timer went off.
I can’t say I read it anywhere or
that it was inspired from heaven.
All I knew was that I needed a
plan B, in case things didn’t go
the way I wanted. So I set my
timer for twenty minutes before
entering her apartment. I was
ready to speed dial Tolu and the
gang if need be. What I didn’t
prepare for was the news, and her
seduction. I pushed her away.
‘I can’t do this. No, there’s no way
I impregnated Sonia, no way!’ I
stood away from her, still desiring
her, but I willed my mind to
remember. Remember if I was a
father truly.
She stood up slowly, her hair was
a mess, her shirt had slackened in
the front and her breasts fought
to be completely free of her bra.
Yes, it hadn’t taken more than
two minutes, but like a true
maestro, I had played her keys.
She looked at me and shook her
head bitterly. ‘If you will not give
me what I want, then, you would
do well to die today. I will follow
you to the ends of the earth, if
need be. You have just been
bound to me.’ The look on her
face changed to distate, ‘now, get
out of my house!’
I did not need any prodding, I left
the apartment with a very angry
little man who decided to defy me
by continuing his parade. I got in
my car, and started driving
towards any bar on the Island.
See, the ladies lived in Lekki, and
I was almost at Victoria Island
when it hit me. I hadn’t seen
Sonia or her baby, my child.
I turned around and placed a call
to Sonia. Yes, I should have
deleted their numbers, but I
wouldn’t know which calls to
ignore, so I left both contacts. I
learned it was a wise choice.
She answered the call,
unfortunately her kid had
developed something, and whilst
she explained it to me, my
paternal instincts became
activated. She gave me the name
of the hospital and I drove like a
man chased by the devil himself.
I got to the hospital in record
time, parked anyhow and ran like
a man possessed into the
reception. That was where the
nurses brought me back to earth.
We argued for a while, I told them
my daughter was dying and I
needed to see her. The older
nurse snorted, her eye brow
raised, ‘the child’s not in danger of
death. It’s just cold.’ Then she
ordered the younger nurse to take
me to the ward.
The last thing I noticed her do
before disappearing after the
younger nurse into the wards was
shake her head in disbelief, clap
her hand and say words I was too
far to pick up.
I was shown the ward, Sonia was
slowly rocking the cradle the child
slept in. I walked in cautiously and
she largely ignored me, though
she knew I was in the room.
I turned around to have a good
look at the baby. In the heat of
the moment, I had claimed it as
mine, and somewhere deep down,
I knew I was not the architect of
this life that nestled in the cradle;
enjoying it’s life.
Trisha was correct, the kid had my
features, or was I desperate for it
to be true? To know that I was a
father? ‘Hi,’ I finally said and
before she could either respond or
ignore me completely, the doctor
backed into the room.
‘Okay, so from the scan results we
have been able to…’ that was how
far she got before she stopped in
her tracks, frozen and surprised to
see me there.
I was already staring at her like a
fool. I could not believe my eyes,
life was playing a cruel joke on me
and the gods must be falling over
themselves with laughter at the
look on our faces.
She recovered first and made to
continue her speech as she walked
further into the room.
‘You, you are a doctor?’ I
stammered.
She smiled, ‘obviously honey, and
if you will excuse me, I’d like to
help your ailing daughter.’
Something snapped then, ‘no! The
child is not mine, and no, this is
not my wife.’ I was still stupefied
to see her.
She shrugged just as she had done
when she announced to me that
she was married, that I had been
her accomplice in adultery. I could
not believe my eyes, but standing
in front of me, in a doctor’s overall
was Mrs Abisogun Leigh.
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